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Lyrical Garbage
Words served with a twist
Reserve one purpose; to hit,
not miss
So, pitch your ball
BUT
I'll stand tall
For the words you twist
Really,
Mean nothing at all
Lost in the knots you twisted so tight
You're scared now;
Face showed fright
For the words you twist
Really,
Mean nothing at all
Even that fastball
Couldn't make me fall
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| The baseball analogy works powerfully in this and I was sadly imagining a baseball hitting my nether regions at 110 miles per hour! A poem with a brisk meter, which builds up apprehension and effect. Like the use of abbreviated lines that allows a rapid, yet smooth read. |
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Comment by: jjsmith - 2006-08-27 22:17
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| spoken like a true pisces, the fastball cant even find you |
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Comment by: lsjones - 2006-08-27 20:34
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| I love baseball, and baseball metaphors, and strong poetry, and yours encompasses them all. It's better when read aloud, it has more of an impact. I absolutely love the last three lines. Great job. |
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